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Information for cooperation. It was a simple transaction. Sephiroth had already revealed what he valued most.
Would he allow himself to be used? Sephiroth turned his head, crossing his arms thoughtfully. ’At least make eye contact with him.’ Somehow Sephiroth doubted it would be so simple.
Footsteps outside. Sephiroth closed his eyes, listening. He heard their voices, Had the guard seen a suspicious character? Silver hair? The man told him he hadn’t and to leave their property. That was enough for the police. Apparently Cissnei’s friend had a streak of loyalty.
Cissnei stood. Her voice was hard and distant. She didn’t know what happened. She’d left ShinRa already. She and the Head of Urban Development of all people were sent to evacuate Tseng from the Temple of the-
Ancients.
Sephiroth froze. Ancients. He hardly heard her over that terrible, wonderful word. How had he forgotten it? The view of crumbling stone beneath him as he pressed on like a shadow in the sky. The scent of moldering dust as he touched the faded murals. It would be his. His final weapon. The Black-
Sephiroth pressed a hand against his temple. Hard. Cloud. The Ancients. Their echoes leered at him like a black reflection. His head pounded.
”I could reveal more about you.”
Sephiroth raised his eyes. Forgotten. The thought turned within him. She knew the answers he had sought all his life -- stashed away in some ShinRa file he would never see. What he was. Why he lived. He’d known once. She could lead him there.
'Would it be best?'
His fingers dug into his sleeve. ”I'll do it. And you'll tell me everything.”
Cissnei cautiously studied Sephiroth. She was trying to read any revealing micro expressions. Something she was quite good at, especially when it came to the big wigs. She whetted his interest enough, that much was clear. But there was something else going on behind those eyes. She was sure part of it was recognition. Yet, there also seemed to be a touch of a type of obsession. Something chaotic in the cool pools of his eyes.
She lowered her eyes. “As you wish.” Her words were soft. But she began to wonder if revealing everything was the best. In truth, she was in control of how much information to give. He would have to trust her. And perhaps, in time she would reveal everything, but it would need to be a delicate and carefully planned reveal. He could relapse into what he was. What he used to be. In truth, Tseng never discovered if Sephiroth was in control or if Jenova, using its wiles and delusions, controlled him. The alien creature had the ability to twist minds to its favor, all the while, making its victim believe they made their own choices. A dangerous creature indeed.
And Cissnei did not know if she should pity Sephiroth for his unfortunate circumstances or loathe him for all that he had done. But, for now, she would deal with one issue at a time.
She moved to the door and peeked out. She spoke to the bouncer outside and she tilted her head toward Sephiroth. “It’s a good time to go.” For a moment, she stared at him and the dirty sheet behind him. Could she convince him to use it as a disguise? She looked at the SOLDIER and rolled her eyes. Probably not. He seemed to prefer cutting things down in his path. It didn’t hurt to try. “We don’t have far to go, but you could use that sheet over there to hide your appearance briefly.”
And with that, she slid out the door and began walking through the shady back allies and behind buildings to finally get back to her agency. It was a modern looking building of white brick and she unlocked the back door to let him in. She just bought the building, but the fire was going in the corner and there was still the usual desk and chairs. A nice fur rug in front of the fireplace had been added since her last client. She made a gesture for him to sit as she warmed up by the fire. “I have a feeling he won’t be long.”
Disguise himself with a sheet? Sephiroth’s lips turned despite himself. Did she expect him to wrap it around himself like a shawl? Pretend to be a ghost? The drapery was filthy besides, and the very idea of it could have brought him to laughter. Sephiroth was distinctive. He was -- despite his many objections -- inhuman. He was born to draw attention, and despite the Turk’s insistence, a sheet would only draw more. The suggestion wasn’t worth a response, and Sephiroth didn’t give it one.
The absurdity was distracting. Sephiroth took it gratefully.
She slipped outside, and Sephiroth followed. The snow touched at his face -- the chill bracing itself against his exposed chest. Sephiroth closed his eyes and appreciated its touch. It was not pleasant nor was it displeasurable. It meant only that he was alive, and he took a moment only to appreciate it. Alive. That seemed a miracle in itself. He had seen far too much of the dead.
Cissnei brought him to an unassuming building unmarked and plain. She unlocked the back door and then they were inside -- drifting through with an almost casual air. Sephiroth glanced around in mild interest, but he never took his eyes off the Turk. If the bar hadn’t screamed of a trap then this certainly did. She’d had time to think, and this was her domain. Still, he couldn’t help but trail towards the fire and the warmth it brought. It flickered with a quiet mystery.
The Turk chose to sit. Sephiroth chose to stand. Her desk was profession and clean as was the office that came with it. Sephiroth knew the type, and the association brought him no relief. Despite what she said, ShinRa had not left her. It hadn’t left him either, he supposed.
”I have a feeling he won’t be long,” she said, and Sephiroth hummed. He knew nothing of this mysterious man. Was he an assassin? A rebel? No matter the case, he did not have peaceful intentions. Those so driven to find him never did.
”Have you had any luck?” Sephiroth watched the fire. A fur skin rug brushed against his boots. It was an oddly frivolous decoration for a Turk. ”Your colleagues.”
Sephiroth closed his eyes, smirking. Turks never did work well alone. Neither did SOLDIERs though Sephiroth considered himself an exception.
She knew he would not do it. She watched as he walked out without any proper cold weather outfit. He probably would have fit in better. Or maybe people could have taken him for a tall old woman. But it seemed beneath him. She would not argue, for that would indeed raise attention. Sephiroth agreed to help her meet her objectives, and that’s all she really needed. She ensured their path would provoke little attention from the guards in the end. It seemed almost too quiet. Good. She gave a slight grin. Perhaps her plans were in motion.
She allowed her fingers to regain their warmth and even the redness from the cold faded in her cheeks. “Its not much in here. But I try to keep it comfortable for guests, until I can fill it out a little better.” She stated to him softly and humbly. She huffed a smile at his question regarding finding her friends. Now that he was convinced to come here, she had no reason to answer anything fully. Instead, she responded, “You’ve probably had better luck finding your’s.” Vague, but not incorrect. His friends, like himself, loved to stand out. She stood up more fully and looked up at him.
She studied him for a long moment then lower her eyes and smiled. Turks not keeping quiet. Wasn’t that part of their jobs? They revealed only enough to persuade. “I…have had a lot of time trying to figure out what to do with myself after defection. Even before being removed to this world. Sonora is the closest thing to…” She almost said Midgar. She missed it dearly, though she was sure if she returned it would not be there or at least the same. “…to home I’ve had in a while.” Part of her wanted to slip into habits of keeping it safe, like she did with Midgar and its citizens.
She turned to look back at the dancing flames. “I’ve simply used what talents I have to make myself comfortable.” She knew he heard about her singing. It was one of the few things she did now to vent and to try to draw the other Turks to the bars. If she left a piece of herself there, a rumor even, then the Turks would find the proper safe havens. Without them, she felt the struggle. But together…she felt she could take on the world, no matter what they choose to do.
“And you?” She crossed her arms over her chest, before turning to walk to her desk slowly. He used the term colleagues. He wore the same uniform. The way he seemed cautious around her, even if it was just slight. “As far as I can tell, ShinRa corporation is not here. And if they were, I think they would have bigger problem than you and I. Wouldn’t you agree?” She pulled her chair back and took a seat, offering him the other politely, if he so chose.
“There’s a freedom in that.” Even if Cissnei in her heart did not feel so. It left her purposeless and trying to fill that void with something. But perhaps it would mean something different to him. There was a pregnant pause for a time. Then, she leaned back in her chair. “What will you do when I tell you what you want to know?” Her words did not hold fear. It was just matter of fact and curious.
Sephiroth smirked faintly. There was no reason to answer. If he had been lured here by his enemies then revealing his allies would only put them in danger. Still, he felt a certain sense of satisfaction when it was stated so plainly. Luck. He suppose it had been on his side for this and this alone.
Genesis. Zack. What would he have done if he had not so quickly crossed their paths? He imagined it would have involved the liberal use of his sword.
”Even before being removed to this world. Sonora is the closest thing to…”
Midgar. Sephiroth glanced at her. She may have corrected herself, but they both knew her meaning. Wasn’t that the very reason that Sephiroth had gravitated towards the dim and dismal city? For not the first time, Sephiroth felt a begrudging sense of kinship with the woman who was his enemy.
Despite their differences, they were both lost here. It was not a feeling either had any use for.
”Comfortable.” He closed his eyes, smirking. That was hardly a priority. The thought that she would seek it felt absurd, and he wondered what true intentions she was hiding. ”No,” he said. ”If they are here then we should be their first priority.” His hand swept across the hilt of his sword. Even lost and aimless, ShinRa would not forget them. It would be their last mistake.
”There are many who want revenge.”
Genesis. He had sought it before anyone. What would Sephiroth had done had Genesis trusted him with the truth? Perhaps they could have fought together.
Sephiroth’s eyes trailed to the ceiling. Even now, Genesis had not told him the whole truth and he likely never would. But this woman…
”Tell me.” His fingers curled around his sword’s hilt. ”What am I?”
Cissnei watched as he shifted from passive curious to hostile. SOLDIERS were always impatient, didn’t matter which division or rank they were in. Seemed he was calling her bluff on comfort. A Turk thrived on chaos and sitting idle left them restless. Even after all these years, she still had not gotten used to being out of field work.
She let there be a pregnant pause between them. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She deliberately raised her hand to remove her hat and slowly place it on the desk. She placed her arms along the table and leaned forward. “Just because ShinRa is your top priority, doesn’t mean you are their's. I can assure you that Turk objectives can be misaligned with ShinRa objectives.” Turks were loyal to Turks first, and ShinRa second. Though, none of them have betrayed ShinRa secrets, they could choose to not follow orders. Cissnei pressed her hands into the table and stood up to her full height, though compared to Sephiroth she was probably just to his chest level. Maybe not so impressive in stature, but her eyes seemed clear with a fire behind them.
Reno and Rude might have already taken arms to the threats. But, Cissnei was one of the few for choosing words over brute force. At least, at first…
“I am sure there are many angry people against ShinRa.” She pushed away from the desk and walked towards him. Her eyes never left his as she moved closer. “But directing your anger at all of them seems broad and brash. What happened to you was not the result of all ShinRa corporation, but a select few. It was kept secret from most. Will you slay people for their ignorance?” She walked beside him, his sword side. She slowly placed a hand on the top of his hilt. A signal there was no need for violence. Certainly, a bold move that not many would try against the man. “Kill me and you lose a part of your history. Meanwhile, you will only be dissatisfied if I live.” Either way Cissnei won, and it pleased her greatly. Either way, there was no way to stop Sephiroth once he was in action. She could only tuck her chin and prepare for it. Besides…doesn’t he know Turks have nine lives?
She searched his gaze again and paused to give his question great consideration. Revealing too much could be harmful. She needed to lay a groundwork for him, before allowing him all the information. She would need to remain vague for now. “In the past, you called yourselves monsters. But I always thought the angel-like wings represented freedom. You have something I could not have: the power of choice. You are you, Sephiroth. You decide what you are. I see a man of great strength. Enough so to change his fate, if he so desired.” Her words were direct and did not waver. Did Jenova have influence over him? Or did his goals simply align with her’s? Cissnei wish she knew. It would help guide the responses she gave.
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] My foes [break] They can't destroy my body
[attr="class","momoPBody"] It took some careful evasive maneuvers, but the trip back to Cissnei’s office was successful without any unwanted confrontations. The city seemed to be on a higher alert status thanks to Asael’s encounter with that accursed noble. Even when he is carefully selecting vulnerable targets to murder, the clone always seemed to bump into someone unwanted. Was it just bad luck, a curse, or was he truly not as competent as he thought he was. Whatever the case may be, Asael would be more cautious in the future as to not bring any more attention onto himself. At least until he found his mark.
[break][break] The guards may have been patrolling more frequently, but the swordsman was patient enough to wait for the group near Cissnei’s office to depart for another sector before he would exit the shadows and move towards the entrance. As he approached, voices were heard from the inside. The female voice was familiar, recognizing that it was Cissnei. However, there was another, a male, who spoke in a much deeper and calm tone.
[break][break] The moment that the voice was heard, Asael felt something pulling him from the inside. He wasn’t sure if it was just in his head, but the urge to enter the building gradually became overwhelming. However, it was not an unfamiliar feeling. He had felt it during his time in Torensten at the masked event. The man he met there, Genesis, made him feel this way when they were in proximity. Was he here, too? Did he know Cissnei? The voice inside was too deep to belong to the man in red, but Asael could not quite put his finger on who it belonged to. He would have to enter to solve this mystery.
[break][break] Just before going inside, the bag containing the stolen jewelry and Gil was removed from his pocket to pay the woman for her services. Surely she would focus on her payment first, so Asael made sure he was ready for it. But he was not ready for what he would find in the establishment.
[break][break] After turning the knob and walking inside the office, two figures became visible. Cissnei was the first to come into view, though she stood next to the other individual. The black coat… silver hair… long sword… It was him. Not only did the woman find the man that Asael had been searching for, but she even brought him into her place of business, right where they were supposed to meet. The thoughts of everything else left his mind; their deal for the investigation, the limited space of this setting, and even her safety. This was the apex of his journey. Everything led up to this moment, and it was now the only thing that the clone cared about.
[break][break] Without any word, Asael dropped the bag of valuables and reached for his hilt. He dashed forward towards the man that he had despised so much, without a single care about the collateral damage that would be in his way. With a single motion, he drew his blade and slashed forward in an attempt to instantly put Sephiroth down. He would not make the same mistake that he made with Somnus, or any past conflicts for that matter. There would be no room for pride or cockiness; only hatred and death. The clone would slay his tormentor or die trying.
His reaction was swift and immediate. His grip tightened. He cast her an affronted look, eyes narrowed. She was arrogant, overconfident, stupid. If he wanted to, he could have struck her down in less time than it took to breathe, but he didn’t. She spoke sense, and he knew at his core that killing her would be counterproductive.
’Will you slay people for their ignorance?’ His lips twitched with a dry humor. He had been trained to kill without reservation. They had molded him into their weapon and their sword. The only truthful answer was obvious. ’Yes.’ So long as it brought them a flicker of fear, he would spill whatever blood crossed his path.
She searched his eyes. He answered with a cold amusement of his own. She had no need to hear his answer -- if she was as perceptive as she claimed then she would find it for herself. Whatever she thought of Sephiroth’s character, she was wrong. Perhaps that confidence would waver without her delusions of his mercy. Perhaps she would be the one to falter.
She was not.
No, it was his own eyes that he felt hesitate. ’Monsters. Angels. Freedom. Choice.’ They were words that hovered between them like a sword’s edge. ’You are you, Sephiroth.’ He brought his free hand to his forehead and laughed. His laughter was weak.
”To change my fate…” He spoke it like an echo. Did she truly think he had ever been capable of such a thing? He had been born into ShinRa -- molded by ShinRa. For all his admiration, he had never been above decommission.
And yet…
He was about to answer when the door opened. Sephiroth glanced to it without turning his head. There stood a colorless man -- his hair white, his skin pale. He dressed in full black, and in that moment, Sephiroth felt something odd pass between them. The man’s shocked eyes met his. Sephiroth’s eyebrows pricked together. Had they met? The man’s surprise cleared as quickly as it come. A bag fell from his hand.
And then he was on him.
Sephiroth saw it as though in slow motion. The glint of a metal. A practiced rush. Sephiroth reacted on instinct, bringing his sword up in a flash of reflex and skill. Their blades met in a sharp clink, and Sephiroth searched the man’s eyes with an idle interest. They held nothing but the hot thrill of bloodlust. Revenge?
”Hmph.” Sephiroth smirked and thrust the man away with a single flick of his sword. He dodged back to clear the distance.
The office gave little space to maneuver. His chosen weapon would give him a disadvantage, but Sephiroth was not discouraged by close combat. He cared little for the collateral damage. Cissnei had finally played her cards. Should she survive, he would deal with her later.
Sephiroth raised his sword, pointing it at his target. His smirk had not left him. His eyes glinted with amusement. ”Do I know you?”
Calm and calculated, there was a healthy amount of confidence in her actions. And the fact he laid not a hand on her, providing her with only a petty cat-like glare, meant he knew she was correct in her words. Good thing glaring daggers could not kill her nor intimidate her. From her point of view, 1st Class SOLDIERS were always full of hot air. They were susceptible to delusions of grandeur from their inflated egos. And though they had much power, they were simply science projects, ungrateful for the power that was endowed to them by researchers.
Perhaps she would be doing him a favor if she called an asylum…
At least that was an angry thought that crossed her mind.
Part of her felt sorry for them. At least she felt sorry for Zack, whom she felt did not deserve the treatment he received. But he hadn’t killed innocents. She was unsure how she felt about the others. Not yet anyway. She only had bits of secondhand information. And the truth was always susceptible to bias by the writers. And Sephiroth’s amnesia made it hard for her to hold a grudge. When an individual could not remember their actions or a part of themselves, did that make them the same person? Should they still be held accountable? Or did he come from a time period in her universe where such actions weren’t committed yet?
Cissnei’s question songs began to form in her mind, but she heard the door to her agency open and she turned to see her original client. The room seemed to drop twenty degrees and felt as if time slowed between the two men. Cissnei was not in a position to move out of the way, though she tried. She tried to lunge, but only managed to get caught in the back by the sheer energy of Asael’s blow. She heard the wood around her splinter as she landed face first with a heavy thud.
Crap. This was her favorite jacket too. She grunted as she tried to regain her bearings. The adrenaline was keeping the bruising pain at bay for now. And she raised a sleeve to wipe that blood away from her nose.
Even so, this was going exactly as she planned. Part of her was glad to finally not have to keep trying for conversation with a SOLDIER. Asael and Sephiroth were like talking to walls. Instead of getting up, she reached into her pant pocket for her PHS. She had modified the phone to use the network here in Sonora. She already had the message typed out. All she had to do was hit ‘send’.
“Target acquired. Commence Operation.”
The camera hidden on the clock on her desk showed feed of the fight to those receiving the message. It had been streaming even before she brought Sephiroth into her office.
Earlier, she dropped her business card on Sephiroth’s victims, hoping the Sonoran guards would take the hint on where they needed to be. They were smart and had their tactical unit already creeping out of the shadows. They knew that their target was dangerous from all the devastation he left in his wake. Devastation Cissnei did not appreciate. Sonora was the closest she had to Midgar. Just as she protected Midgar civilians as part of her job, she would protect Sonorans the best she could.
Essentially, this was Turk turf.
In all honesty, Sephiroth had not been her target. He was the bait. However, if he was a casualty it would not hurt her feelings.
And in the end, she fulfilled her promises. She brought Asael what he sought. If Sephiroth survived, he would get what he wanted. Even the guards would get a chance to obtain their hostile. A Turk always kept her word or died trying.
The sound of low flying airships hummed above and shook the foundation of her tiny agency. Shadows crept through the fogged window on her door. Cissnei knew what was happening outside. She could imagine her tiny place being surrounded by Sonora’s finest. Their body armor white and black to blend into the snowy urban area. Their rifles drawn and pointed, and heavier artillery at the ready. A deeper rumbling of the ground and she imagined they were even bringing their armored vehicles around. They were all on time. She could not help but grin.
A PHS received a message, and pale lips took a ghost of a smirk. It was showtime. The squad of some of Sonora's best tactical units had been assembled. One black chopper whipped through the air nearly silently until it hovered over the target. The operation was proceeding smoothly. There were dangerous criminal elements to apprehend.
Who cared that the newbie was a little late? No one, in the rush to get on board, had noted the odd umbrella that the young woman carried or how she lacked the jitters most new members of this squad would have.
The three veterans rappelled down first. Umbrella, in her disguise, hesitated just a moment. She looked down below to the rooftop of the soon to be former location of Cissnei's place of business. It was unfortunate. That couch was lovely.
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Sometimes you had to burn lovely things.
The comms in her ear 'donated' by one now unconscious spec-ops member pinged for her to hurry up. Umbrella did so, hanging down just a foot off the roof as she took out the grenade launcher. The others popped in smoke. Again, she hesitated, then popped her own munition in when she was sure that the others weren't looking. Specialized tools ate through the roof silently. One member pulled up the hole, and three of them shot in smoke. It was Umbrella's turn as the room got smokey.
She looked at the camera feed, fed into her shades worn under her tactical helmet. Umbrella fired. This one didn't go off immediately. The Turk had set a five second timer.
Three spec ops members dropped in amidst the fighting pair of Sephiroth and Asael. They raised sub machine guns and aimed to fire, their helmets showing infrared to clear their vision. Strangely the newbie hadn't followed. Instead, one end of a rope dropped down. A push of a button.
A message would appear on a pair of PHS's.
'The crow has landed. Eva in 0.5'.
Umbrella tossed aside the grenade launcher, held fast to the other end of her grappling hook, and waited as the combination incendiary and her horrible brand of ganger-approved hairgrease bomb went off. Not only did it just /keep burning/, but the stuff smelled like month old contents of a fry grease trap from a Midgar Slums restaurant.
If the fire didn't kill anyone, the stench just might. There was no way it'll get out of the carpets of the building now.